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Bulstrode
gathered
a
sense
of
safety
from
these
indications
that
Raffles
had
really
kept
at
a
distance
from
Middlemarch
since
his
memorable
visit
at
Christmas
.
At
a
distance
and
among
people
who
were
strangers
to
Bulstrode
,
what
satisfaction
could
there
be
to
Raffles
’
s
tormenting
,
self
-
magnifying
vein
in
telling
old
scandalous
stories
about
a
Middlemarch
banker
?
And
what
harm
if
he
did
talk
?
The
chief
point
now
was
to
keep
watch
over
him
as
long
as
there
was
any
danger
of
that
intelligible
raving
,
that
unaccountable
impulse
to
tell
,
which
seemed
to
have
acted
towards
Caleb
Garth
;
and
Bulstrode
felt
much
anxiety
lest
some
such
impulse
should
come
over
him
at
the
sight
of
Lydgate
.
He
sat
up
alone
with
him
through
the
night
,
only
ordering
the
housekeeper
to
lie
down
in
her
clothes
,
so
as
to
be
ready
when
he
called
her
,
alleging
his
own
indisposition
to
sleep
,
and
his
anxiety
to
carry
out
the
doctor
’
s
orders
.
He
did
carry
them
out
faithfully
,
although
Raffles
was
incessantly
asking
for
brandy
,
and
declaring
that
he
was
sinking
away
—
that
the
earth
was
sinking
away
from
under
him
.
He
was
restless
and
sleepless
,
but
still
quailing
and
manageable
.
On
the
offer
of
the
food
ordered
by
Lydgate
,
which
he
refused
,
and
the
denial
of
other
things
which
he
demanded
,
he
seemed
to
concentrate
all
his
terror
on
Bulstrode
,
imploringly
deprecating
his
anger
,
his
revenge
on
him
by
starvation
,
and
declaring
with
strong
oaths
that
he
had
never
told
any
mortal
a
word
against
him
.
Even
this
Bulstrode
felt
that
he
would
not
have
liked
Lydgate
to
hear
;
but
a
more
alarming
sign
of
fitful
alternation
in
his
delirium
was
,
that
in
-
the
morning
twilight
Raffles
suddenly
seemed
to
imagine
a
doctor
present
,
addressing
him
and
declaring
that
Bulstrode
wanted
to
starve
him
to
death
out
of
revenge
for
telling
,
when
he
never
had
told
.
Bulstrode
’
s
native
imperiousness
and
strength
of
determination
served
him
well
.
This
delicate
-
looking
man
,
himself
nervously
perturbed
,
found
the
needed
stimulus
in
his
strenuous
circumstances
,
and
through
that
difficult
night
and
morning
,
while
he
had
the
air
of
an
animated
corpse
returned
to
movement
without
warmth
,
holding
the
mastery
by
its
chill
impassibility
his
mind
was
intensely
at
work
thinking
of
what
he
had
to
guard
against
and
what
would
win
him
security
.
Whatever
prayers
he
might
lift
up
,
whatever
statements
he
might
inwardly
make
of
this
man
’
s
wretched
spiritual
condition
,
and
the
duty
he
himself
was
under
to
submit
to
the
punishment
divinely
appointed
for
him
rather
than
to
wish
for
evil
to
another
—
through
all
this
effort
to
condense
words
into
a
solid
mental
state
,
there
pierced
and
spread
with
irresistible
vividness
the
images
of
the
events
he
desired
.
And
in
the
train
of
those
images
came
their
apology
.
He
could
not
but
see
the
death
of
Raffles
,
and
see
in
it
his
own
deliverance
.
What
was
the
removal
of
this
wretched
creature
?
He
was
impenitent
—
but
were
not
public
criminals
impenitent
?
—
yet
the
law
decided
on
their
fate
.
Should
Providence
in
this
case
award
death
,
there
was
no
sin
in
contemplating
death
as
the
desirable
issue
—
if
he
kept
his
hands
from
hastening
it
—
if
he
scrupulously
did
what
was
prescribed
.
Even
here
there
might
be
a
mistake
:
human
prescriptions
were
fallible
things
:
Lydgate
had
said
that
treatment
had
hastened
death
—
why
not
his
own
method
of
treatment
?
But
of
course
intention
was
everything
in
the
question
of
right
and
wrong
.
And
Bulstrode
set
himself
to
keep
his
intention
separate
from
his
desire
.
He
inwardly
declared
that
he
intended
to
obey
orders
.
Why
should
he
have
got
into
any
argument
about
the
validity
of
these
orders
?
It
was
only
the
common
trick
of
desire
—
which
avails
itself
of
any
irrelevant
scepticism
,
finding
larger
room
for
itself
in
all
uncertainty
about
effects
,
in
every
obscurity
that
looks
like
the
absence
of
law
.
Still
,
he
did
obey
the
orders
.
His
anxieties
continually
glanced
towards
Lydgate
,
and
his
remembrance
of
what
had
taken
place
between
them
the
morning
before
was
accompanied
with
sensibilities
which
had
not
been
roused
at
all
during
the
actual
scene
.
He
had
then
cared
but
little
about
Lydgate
’
s
painful
impressions
with
regard
to
the
suggested
change
in
the
Hospital
,
or
about
the
disposition
towards
himself
which
what
he
held
to
be
his
justifiable
refusal
of
a
rather
exorbitant
request
might
call
forth
.
He
recurred
to
the
scene
now
with
a
perception
that
he
had
probably
made
Lydgate
his
enemy
,
and
with
an
awakened
desire
to
propitiate
him
,
or
rather
to
create
in
him
a
strong
sense
of
personal
obligation
.
He
regretted
that
he
had
not
at
once
made
even
an
unreasonable
money
-
sacrifice
.
For
in
case
of
unpleasant
suspicions
,
or
even
knowledge
gathered
from
the
raving
of
Raffles
,
Bulstrode
would
have
felt
that
he
had
a
defence
in
Lydgate
’
s
mind
by
having
conferred
a
momentous
benefit
on
him
.
Bat
the
regret
had
perhaps
come
too
late
.
Strange
,
piteous
conflict
in
the
soul
of
this
unhappy
man
,
who
had
longed
for
years
to
be
better
than
he
was
—
who
had
taken
his
selfish
passions
into
discipline
and
clad
them
in
severe
robes
,
so
that
he
had
walked
with
them
as
a
devout
choir
,
till
now
that
a
terror
had
risen
among
them
,
and
they
could
chant
no
longer
,
but
threw
out
their
common
cries
for
safety
.
It
was
nearly
the
middle
of
the
day
before
Lydgate
arrived
:
he
had
meant
to
come
earlier
,
but
had
been
detained
,
he
said
;
and
his
shattered
looks
were
noticed
by
Balstrode
.
But
he
immediately
threw
himself
into
the
consideration
of
the
patient
,
and
inquired
strictly
into
all
that
had
occurred
.
Raffles
was
worse
,
would
take
hardly
any
food
,
was
persistently
wakeful
and
restlessly
raving
;
but
still
not
violent
.
Contrary
to
Bulstrode
’
s
alarmed
expectation
,
he
took
little
notice
of
Lydgate
’
s
presence
,
and
continued
to
talk
or
murmur
incoherently
.
